A precious error | Hoard it like an egg | in times of dearth | Making | shapes in mist | A luminous void | at the core | calling and | rejecting us | Fill it with | handfuls of dirt | skins of | consumed fruit | clumps of ashes | They turn over time into | jewels or sails | toads or mountains | we have | little say in them | but keep seeking | a stake in them | Backtracking | zigzagging | over the problem | shaping the problem | into solutions, solutions | into new problems | If there were no ice | there could be no skating | one of the skaters | calls as she passes…